The bankers and the businessmen are rushing to their cars
with bodyguards and drivers they head out for the bars
The ministers and mistresses are waiting for them there;
serving up that pound of flesh for a price that’s only fair
The faces in the streets could tell us stories
they’ve seen it all a hundred times before
they look down from above in frozen glory
with stone cold glares that chill you to the core
The deputies and dandies are primping for the press;
the TV commentator is trying on her dress
The poets and the painters are checking their reviews
The bureaucrats are rushing home to catch the evening news
The faces in the streets could tell us stories
they’ve seen it all a hundred times before
they look down from above in frozen glory
with stone cold glares that chill you to the core
The scientists and scholars are trying to survive
They button up their overcoats and hold tight to their wives
The school kids and the students are laughing as they run
No thought about the future or the lives that they’ve begun
The hookers and the homeless are looking for their marks
Its tough to make a living on the streets and in the parks
The farmers and the fishermen are harvesting regrets
The brokers and the cardsharks are hedging on their bets
The priests and politicians are preaching to the masses
They know that what’s above  will always move the underclasses
The columnists and critics indulge in their negation
If only we would listen this would be a better nation
The lovers and their loved ones are living out their dreams
In hopes their expectations won’t get lost in bitter schemes
The mothers and musicians are singing lullabuys
That elevate the spirit And cut through all the lies
The faces in the streets could tell us stories
they’ve seen it all a hundred times before
they look down from above in frozen glory
with stone cold glares that chill you to the core